Arguably this isn’t about winning, but tonight – like many other nights – I can’t stop thinking about you. I waited the whole night for you to maybe show up; a “surprise!” that I know is beyond far-fetched. But still. Amidst the sea of babely eye candies at the club, you’re still the one I want to see most.
If you were waiting for a secondary response from me, this is it. I miss you.
Where's My Dime? 